Hannibal's house (which Jono doesn't eat much in), Sunday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had sent a text message to all the usual suspects - that was, everybody he knew on the island or who might have children there: Dinner tonight for the children and a chance to relax for the adults.

So he was setting about making food. A lot of food.


[OOC: Open to anyone; if you think you got the text, you did. If you think you didn't but you want to show up, feel free to drop by anyway! No OCD today; I'm continuing the trend of lazy.]

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[furnaceface]

//Which,// Jono said helpfully, //she gets from the both of us.//

Because tiny clone baby raised by the two of them, right?

... He had to get some credit, right?

[sharp_as_knives]

Of course he did. But this was Hannibal - he wasn't about to admit it without prompting.

"Most likely."